From not so distant past, an extremely cute tot destined for world domination was spawned unsurprisingly during the eve of one of the most important civil uprising in the history of the human race. Several years later, the dominatrix (yes, she’s a girl) was immediately given reinforcement by the goddesses of megalomaniacs for her global conquest for dominance in a form of an oddly looking baby who at first sight will give you a vivid picture of a deformed cattle. Now the arrival of the formidable forces. Nah, I’m beginning to get tough to my favourite sib. It was actually just talking about my and my brother for crying out load. Don’t take me seriously. *wink*
Okay, on to a more serious discourse. Being the eldest kid is not really easy, even in a brood of two. The “ate” in me instinctively loomed the moment I set eyes to my newly born brother, though I still have no idea what being an elder sister is. Chain of command I guess. I’ve always been the Ate Bie Anne to Mon and of course the responsibility (and the privilege that is) of being one follows. Kahit nagbubugbugan kami at nagpapatayan na pa minsan- minsan, I still consider him my best friend. At syempre pa, since I am the Ate, I am second-in-command to my parents. Hence I get to ask him to do some errands or make him my shopping alalay or bodyguard. He uncomplainingly follows everything I say.
But now that I am having hard time coping with the “real” world, he obliviously and unassumingly takes over my natural role. He does all the stuffs the second-in-command should do. He’s like the acting Deputy Secretary of the House because the Deputy Secretary is now a basket case. He is now my Big Brother. I am now the one depending to him. I seek strength from him whenever I am down. Actually, I am doing the “silent treatment” thing (like I always do when I’m overtly upset) to the adults at home and he’s the sole person I am able talk to. I tell him all my life’s drama, all my frustrations and doubts. And he just listens, the sole thing I need right now. Everybody offers opinions; he only offers his ears. I can say nonsensical stuffs to him, talk about things his not really familiar with like the politics or concept of the Lexus and the olive tree, sometimes gloat, or even cry to him. And he just listens. He doesn’t offer any panacea to any of my drama. He just pays heed. He is a great help to me, though he is not aware of it.
I’m so proud of him. All these times I really just consider him as a baby brother though he really towered me. But now, he proved to me that I stereotyped him wrongly. He can be more mature and handle travails with ease than I am. During our family’s down times I was on the verge of breakdown, but he stayed calm. My life right now will be beyond miserable if his not around.
I am the luckiest girl in the entire world, because I have a boy who is always there for me and unwearyingly comforts me whenever I resurrect my any juvenile instincts. I am lucky to have a brother like Mon. To rephrase Julianne Moore’s character in The Hours, by the way one of our favourite movies, Mon Mon is my guide. *wink*
pebi talking in gibberish again around 6:17 PM
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